Buy me a drink,
you owe one to me.
I'll tell you a story,
of what was meant to be.
It started long ago,
when I was quite young.
I was incarcerated,
but did not succumb.
A sentence to prison
of one year for me.
Solitary confinement,
until I couldn't see.
I had never been
in this place, I said,
for all practical purposes,
my life was now dead.
I struggled for years,
to overcome this part
of my life which
took away love and hurt.
I am much stronger,
it's in my eyes,
for I have powerful friends,
who now realize.
The criminal injustice,
which took me away
and now I look
towards a better day.